Mizana

   Ambrosia had always been familiar with death. As a bounty hunter, she had been raised with the idea that anyone could die: family, friends, and even unlucky clients. In a job as dangerous as her own she knew better than anyone to be prepared for the worst. She had steeled herself for misfortune. At any moment her death was imminent and she knew it. At one point her will was updated regularly, but now she had no one to leave her possessions to; it now sat in a folder in the back of her closet, slowly collecting dust.     With all the preparation that had gone into dying, she was almost disappointed to open her eyes to a ceiling of dark cl

     Warehouses. It always had to be warehouses.      It wasn't that Ambrosia didn't know why they were there. She knew about the sudden influx of people the lonely town of Birchwood had received many years ago, which spurred the construction of shops, apartments, and, of course, warehouses. Unfortunately this popularity had lasted as long as the average fashion trend and soon, for reasons that no one was quite sure of, people began to trickle out. The town was left with too many buildings and not enough people to fill them. Workers lamented the loss of their jobs, landowners grumbled about how the buildings would now merely take up space, b

     Upon further inspection Ambrosia found the mysterious alleyway creature to be rather disappointing.       The cat hissed. Its ginger fur bristled as it stood its ground, positioned defensively on a top of a trash can. It seemed unafraid of the fire in her hand.     “Shoo!” Ambrosia hissed back.     For a moment it seemed like the cat was going to listen, but then it let out another piercing screech and lunged. Ambrosia was too surprised at the sudden assault to react. She felt claws rake across her cheek and before she knew it her butt connected with the concrete and the fire in the hand was lobbed halfway across the st